

On a totally unrelated note, here is an poetic phrase that I read earlier today (on a good blog)
(I) heard the racket of grief clattering up the back stairs of my chest.
Blog to tell the world about what we're up to, and we'll see what else. Ce blog se veut bilingue, mais pas forcement symétrique dans les deux langues.©
(I) heard the racket of grief clattering up the back stairs of my chest.
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Dad wasn't too grieved in the end. Used one of those programs which seems to be able to fish out old files from an apparently unformatted disk. Got most of them back. Lesson. Flash memory can be faulty!
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